sun glinting off windshields, the rush
of cars whipping past walkers,
the tall elm trees rustling with the cooler air,
couples follow the path; holding hands,
they breathe deeply, each one remembering
the distant early morning dew.
their walk slows, pauses, faces are searched
for smiles, and the moment lingers
in their souls.
darkness calls the children home,
the street quiets too, and the night opens
for the lovers, who find a park bench
to think of their tomorrows.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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